Ten.Two Thousand, Four Hundred & Sixty-Three
Foggy morning on the knoll. I choose a long walk instead of the weights and head out into the pre-dawn light.
First one in. Lights off. Decaf made.
I could care more.
This is the kind of level-setting we need in all meetings.
Salad and kombucha and notes on paper.
Maybe it’s the glasses.
What happened to the sun?
The day went by so fast and I don’t think I’ve gotten anything done.
Halibut risotto. Lingua Franca Chardonnay. Decaf Americano and apple-berry crisp.
Just close your eyes.
